Neverwinter Forest to the verdant plains

The pale daughter of Lote slips through the forest like a ghost, shifting from light to shadow and back again, steps fleeting and nearly soundless. There is a man calling from the edge of the woods. She does not recognize his song and is curious.

When she draws nearer she does not announce herself. Wilwarin is not afraid exactly, but perhaps apprehensive, as her mother and new brother must be protected. She watches the man for a few minutes before making a decision - seeking a pool of light between the trees.

Wilwarin chuffs to draw his attention and mouths in her way, I greet you. You call for my mother? Perhaps not all of the pantomimed words make sense, being mute.

She studies him as she waits; he looks to be older. There are marks upon him to suggest he is a hunter of esteem, or a warrior. He smells of salt.